wherein we entertain the notions of a creature embroiled in sorting multiple identities. is she a mother? a poet? a performer? an organizer? or is she simply the product of a feminist movement in which women dreamt that simultaneously singing opera, tap-dancing, spinning plates, spouting rhetoric and solving algorithms was liberation. here are the rough drafts.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

For A Troubled Sister

Daylean steals sharp light.

Quick cerulean ukulele twangs blue the sultry orange half notes

of this central star’s french hornannouncing sleep

comes. when we chastiseand deny. it laughs. fades.

dies like lungs grabbing the lastbreath. sneaks round to the other side of

the world. waits for our hovering lashes before peeping over again like a piccolo